Chapter 464: The Super Treasure, Scheming in Secret, Judgment of the Main Line Experts, Lucky Lin Ping’an

After all, the core location is in that familiar area, apart from that prestigious figure, revered nationwide as the Great Xia Guardian God, Lin Ping'an.

A multitude of powerhouses can hardly imagine any other presence capable of instigating such heaven-shaking, earth-shattering changes in the Great Xia Human Realm.

Meanwhile, among the Ninth Grade powerhouses of the Mainline Human Race.

Their eyes seemed ablaze, flashing with a brightness as intense as molten lava, nearly burning their eyeballs red.

Their fervent gaze, traversing space and time, was directly focused on the target.

Such demeanor wasn't born from witnessing a legendary miracle.

Nor was it due to personally experiencing a wave of power sufficient to overturn universal truths and transcend the limits of life.

Quite the opposite.

At this moment, deep in their hearts.

A surge of greedy desires roared like a wild beast.

Excitement and thrill entirely stemmed from their coveting and longing for immense power.

Their pulse raced like thunder.

Every beat pounding their yearning for strength.

It was as if they could hear the shout deep within, yearning to grasp infinite power and reach the peak, nearly obsessed with pursuit and relentless determination.

In every city of Great Xia.

Whether it stood on the mountain summit or lay quietly amidst vast waters.

Every Ninth Grade powerhouse of the Mainline Human Race, diving into the Human Realm, seemed drawn by an invisible force.

Despite their varying locations, their inner excitement and anticipation were strikingly similar.

Their fiery gaze, the low growls that couldn't be suppressed, originated from the depths of their bloodline's desire and thrill.

"A secret treasure! An undoubtedly rare treasure that can help comprehend the mysteries of laws!"

A powerhouse muttered to himself, clenching his fist.

His strength permeating his skin, almost crushing his bones audibly.

His eyes greedily fixed on the far distance, determined in his heart to obtain it.

Even if a myriad of dangers lay ahead, he remained fearless.

Another elder on the edge of a small city, his hair and beard white yet strikingly spirited.

His voice lightly trembled but brimmed with unconcealable joy.

"This is the second time, the second time feeling the intense surge of the power of laws!"

"A great secret! No! It ought to be a grand opportunity! That's right! It's this!"

Elsewhere, similar whispers emerged.

"Found it, felt it, that is the grand opportunity of the ancestral land!"

"The chance for transcendence should be there, in the place where the laws surge!"

"Such an opportunity rightfully belongs to me!"

"Obtaining it, Murong Family will prevail over the world!"

"..."

Despite recent information from the Celestial Dao Network claiming that the very area is the secluded place of the Great Xia Guardian God.

The many powerhouses who infiltrated remained skeptical of this rumor.

Relying on instincts honed over years, and sharp perception of power's aura, when sensed from afar.

But they hadn't detected the kind of overwhelming pressure befitting the Guardian God's status.

All along, stories had circulated about Great Xia Guardian God Lin Ping'an's meteoric rise within merely two to three years.

Remarkably, some even claimed he single-handedly defeated dozens of Beast Gods, such myths bordering on absurdity.

Still, among all, most Mainline Human Race powerhouses preferred to believe it was merely idle gossip, exaggerations told by the Great Xia people during casual moments.

In the conjectures and speculations of these powerhouses, the so-called Great Xia Guardian God Lin Ping'an.

Perhaps wasn't invincible, much less capable of solo fights against numerous Beast Gods.

Likely, he didn't possess power beyond Beast God Level, but instead owned a peerless secret treasure.

Possibly an Ancient Divine Weapon sealed with immense power from ancient ruins, or perhaps other indescribable, unknowable mystical legacies.

Or even the legendary chance of transcendence.

As the saying goes, "man dies for wealth as birds perish for food."

Nowadays, even if presented with ironclad facts clearly before these hidden powerhouses.

They might still choose to coldly ignore and defy them.

Deep within, their intellect eroded by endless greed, like a heavy haze, obscuring their once-bright insight.

Their avarice, like a cunningly greedy beast, firmly covered the window to their hearts.

Allowing them only to see the illusions their hearts yearned for, only hearing the sweet nothings appealing to their desires.

In such descent, countless powerhouses fell into an abyss of greedy darkness deep within.

The consciousness seemed squeezed into a long, distorted tunnel.

Every vastness and reality disappeared amid endless downfall.

Once boundless minds now only had narrow and gloomy views.

Every inch of air was filled with the toxic miasma of desire, making it impossible to breathe any truth and purity.

The sound by their ears no longer was the melodious tune of clear wind and flowing water, nor the warm words of concerned friends.

Instead, replaced by greedy whispers and temptations, like demonic chants swirling around, leaving deep marks in the hearts of powerhouses.

Even if the bell of truth sounded hard in some distant place.

Its solemn and profound notes couldn't penetrate the iron barrier forged by greed from the hearts of powerhouses.

Could only helplessly echo outside, gradually dissipating into nothingness.

The inner world of numerous Mainline Human Race powerhouses had become a prison of desires.

Actively immersing themselves, the more they struggled, the deeper they sank, until completely engulfed by the mist woven from greed.

Nowadays,

Their eyes would only focus on images gratifying private desires, their ears screened only those sounds satisfying them.

As for facts that might break their dreams, they chose to ignore and not listen.

Before long, outside the Great Xia Academy, gathered numerous powerhouses of the Mainline Human Race.

Among each other, felt the familiar aura, secretly guarded the hearts.

In their hearts, genuine competitors were always those fellows of the Mainline Human Race.

Information and perspectives differed, those indigenous Great Xia powerhouses naturally scorned.

On the other side.

At the Martial Arts Association Headquarters, Great Xia's Three Giants reassembled, all eyes cast in the same direction.

After this period of cultivation, Qin Hai and Zhang Zheng have approached the Seventh Heaven, while Feng Wu remained at the Sixth Heaven Peak.

Compared to the terrifying Lin Ping'an, still akin to ants.

But for those Human Race powerhouses, the three were also insurmountable mountains.

Whether Great Xia powerhouses or Mainline Human Race, the same.